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frightening of all – Jeff’s newfound
instincts for submission kept quietly telling him that the only
avenue for relief of any kind was to embrace that fact, to cement
it from a probability into an inevitability. Into reality. How long
could Jeff hold thoughts like that at bay?
    Jeff’s somber train of thought was cut short
by the sound of approaching footsteps crunching their way through
the dry sandy brush amidst the crackling of the bonfire. He snapped
his head up to attention, craning his neck to see who was coming.
There was an approaching light – a lantern. The footsteps grew
louder and louder, the light nearing the bend in the rocky hillside
concealing Jeff from the motel. Soon, a shadowy figure came into
view. Jeff could see the orange light from the lantern glowing up
across their face…
    It was Danny.
    Jeff stared at him as he approached,
stunned. He had wondered if someone like Dwayne or Gus or Trixie
might sneak out and take advantage of the highly vulnerable,
totally naked slave locked and restrained out in the desert. But
Danny? How was he even out on his own? Jeff felt his heart
beginning to race. Maybe he had somehow eluded his tormentors.
Maybe he could free Jeff from his bonds. Maybe the two of them
could finally make their escape…
    Danny moved in front of Jeff and stared down
at him, leaving him face to face with his naked midsection. Jeff
couldn’t help but take in the lean, muscular tone of his abdomen
and thighs, and in between… Clinging onto some semblance of
sheepishness, Jeff tried to avoid looking at Danny’s cock, but it
quickly proved to be a futile effort. After all, it hadn’t been
that long since Jeff had been desperately sucking on it with a gun
to his head. As cocks went, it was healthy, ample, and
pristine-looking. Jeff didn’t want to think about it in terms like
that, but he simply couldn’t help it. Something about it was just
oddly… captivating to him. The very sight of it in Jeff’s
periphery made his pulse begin to throb and his mouth go dry.
    Danny slowly lowered himself to his knees,
bringing the two of them eye to eye, much as Mason had before. His
face betrayed an odd sense of curiosity, almost as if he were
looking at something he couldn’t quite recognize, but something
that seemed familiar nonetheless. Jeff swallowed, unnerved by the
slave’s blank stare.
    “How did you get free?” he finally asked,
desperation in his voice as he added, “Please – help me…”
    Danny didn’t respond – he didn’t even blink.
Instead, he simply raised his hand, clamping it over Jeff’s mouth
and ignoring his muffled cry of protest. Something in his stare
hardened.
    “Close your eyes,” he said, his voice cold
like steel. But Jeff kept his eyes open, locking them with Danny’s,
frightened of the restrained intensity in the slave’s eyes. He had
come here to save this man, and yet now, Jeff realized that Danny
Major might be the one person at this damned motel who scared him
the most. He sucked a nervous breath in through his nose, noting to
himself that with his mouth already firmly blocked, all Danny had
to do now was pinch his nostrils shut and he’d suffocate within
minutes. Maybe that was why Danny was out here. Maybe he simply
wanted to put Jeff out of his misery. Of course Jeff had no
intention of dying, something Mason had already made perfectly
clear, both to Jeff and to Danny. But still, from Danny’s
perspective, maybe he’d be doing Jeff a favor…
    “Close your eyes,” Danny repeated, his stare
growing insistent. Jeff returned the stare, fighting off a fresh
shiver that was beginning to come over him as he continued
following every stubborn instinct that told him not to trust this
broken shell of a man. But then, almost to Jeff’s amazement… he
did. He obeyed. Slowly, he closed his eyes.
    “Listen to my voice,” Danny said. “I need
you to… understand.”
    He lowered his hand from Jeff’s mouth. The
shackled hostage kept his eyes shut, and